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And D’bone promptly acceded to my deplorable demand. The remainder of his cock plowed into my asshole and the next thing I knew, I was arching my back and bucking my ass on the cock imbedded in my asshole like the insane, nasty white slut he was demanding that I be for him. “Yesssssss,” I hissed, “pound my white ass, D’bone. I want you to pound the ever lovin’ shit out of my slutty asshole.” I balled my fists and fucked back for all I was worth. The pain had become intense pleasure for me. This was my first ass-fuck and I wanted to wring every delirious moment out of having my asshole’s cherry being taken that I possibly could. I wanted this to last forever, but knew it couldn’t. When I felt D’bone’s cock harden perceptively and begin to throb inside my asshole, I knew the moment had arrived… for him gay boy sex pic, and for me as well. We (D’bone and I together) didn’t literally fuck gay boy sex pic the ever lovin’ shit out gay boy sex pic of my asshole. Thank God! That would have been entirely too gross. He did, however, do something that jolted me right over the top. With one hand still entwined in my hair—like he was holding the reins of an out-of-control horse, he reached down between my legs, took my throbbing clit in his thumb and forefinger, and jerked it like a tiny cock. That did it for this modern day Desdemona and I came violently the instant he buried his entire cock in my asshole and shot a powerful jet of scorching jism searing into my bowels. One powerful blast, then a second, a third, and then a forth jet of cum flooded my bowels. And I felt every one of them, even through the crashing waves of my own intense orgasm gay boy sex pic. When the welcome spurts of his cum no longer bathed the super-sensitive walls of my anal cavity, my rectal muscles reflexively began milking his cock. I was dying. I was already in heaven. White Slut Heaven.

I continued to milk D’bone’s softening cock with my well-fucked asshole. I didn’t want to release it. I turned my head and smiled at him weakly. “Guess I’m no longer any sort of virgin… not gay boy sex pic now.” D’bone grinned. “There are a couple of areas where you’re still a cherry, Diane, but we’ll get those taken care of, too… eventually.” “Oh, I hope so, my big brawny Moor,” I sighed. “I hope so.” * * With the outside doors all securely locked and the heavy drapes pulled closed on any window with visibility into the house, Darnell and I pretty much went about our business stark naked for gay boy sex pic the entire weekend. When we did wear an item of clothing, for me, it was invariably the smoky, crotchless panties from my diaphanous negligee. Darnell liked seeing me in them, he could see my pussy when gay boy sex pic I was facing him and he liked the way my cunt opened gay boy sex pic up whenever I happened to bend over, which I happily did at every conceivable opportunity… and few that were inconceivable. For me as well gay boy sex pic, Darnell wore his athletic supporter. I especially liked the way it fit when he was gay boy sex pic hard; then the head and an inch or two of young black cock would invitingly protrude from the white waistband. I also like the way the jock strap fit across his backside, leaving his cheeks and the crack of his ass exposed, making it easy for me to slide my hand down his tight young ass, then underneath and into the jock from behind to cup and massage his balls. And Darnell liked me doing this for him, too. Late in the morning Darnell turned the Ohio State game on in the den. Edwin abhorred athletic endeavors of any sort; a quick mind and columns of figures that balanced to the last penny are what did it for him, not muscle-bound bodies sweating and straining against one another over a ball. I, on the other hand—as I’ve already made you aware, was (and still am) an American Football junkie. I eagerly joined Darnell on the couch and I must say that watching football with some who not only enjoys the game, but is also knowledgeable about its intricacies, was quite gay boy sex pic refreshing. And watching football with someone who possess a nice black cock, that you can make so nice and so hard in your hand as the two of watch the game, is just as much fun. I did this over and over throughout the first half of the game; stroking Darnell nice and hard, then letting it soften in my hand, then fisting it back to pleasing hardness.